My family is pretty diehard football fans. Growing up in PA, Dad is an Eagles fan, Mom is a Steelers fan. I wasn't about to pick one or the other out of fear of alienating a parent so I went with a neutral third party. Between the colors, the mascot, and this guy:

I grew up liking all the teams my dad liked and we had lots of southern california roots so without having any teams down there (my dad likes the raiders) when I started getting to see McNabb play all the time he became my favorite player which basically just lead to me becoming a pretty die hard eagles fan. Every team I have been a fan of have been in the west/nortwest and the eagles are almost on the east coast, kinda weird but oh well.

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I wouldn't be sir prized if he passed McCoy on the depth chart. I think he might have a better arm and accurate arm then him from the highlights I thought. He also got some wheels too help us prepare for QB's as Wilson , RG3 and other runners etc.

Grew up in the area, when the Ravens moved here my dad ditched the giants for the Ravens. He got a PSL and my 5th birthday was the first ever home game in Baltimore and he took me there as a present. been a big fan ever since.

Grew up in Queens, NYC. Jets sucked and the Giants actually made the super bowl back in 2000 (I was born 1994, so I leaned toward the G-Men), and, lastly, my dad was also a Giants fan. That's why I love the Giants, and since I play the sport I love it more than anyother team (yankees, knicks, etc.)

This is my exact story lol except I'm not from Queens. But everything else is true for me too.

My 2nd favorite team is the Ravens though, odd choice considering 2000, but I just love Defense and power running(I guess that's another reason why I'm a Giants fan). Seeing Ray Lewis, Ed Reed and Jamaal Lewis together growing up made me a fan. But if I ever have to choose between the Giants and Ravens it's a no brained I go with the Giants.

Odd story for me. My dad loved cowboys and indians growing up, and once he got into football he just picked the cowboys because of that and was a die hard fan ever since (also helped that this was during the late 80's to early 90's), even though we live in Connecticut. I was pretty much born with Cowboys baby clothes on, and that's how I'm a Cowboys fan.

funny story; growing up i was a huge packers fan, i had pictures of brett favre all over my bedroom. there was this one picture that really stuck out though, it was brett favre bent down slipping on a pair of those bunhugger wrangler jeans, and it was positioned right above my bed so every night when i fell asleep i would dream about brett favre putting on those wranglers; i'd imagine him getting done with two-a-days and accumulating a good buildup of smegma at the hilt of his sweaty taint, then without showering sliding on those crisp wrangler jeans while i peered through a hole in one of the lockers. every so often in the dream i would find a way to sneak out unnoticed into the laundry area, and find brett's moist jockstrap and take a good whiff of his daily pheromones.

I remember watching Favre win the Super Bowl XXXI and started following the Packers. I just loved the way he played and it helped that I had family up north that were fans as well. The rest is history.

funny story; growing up i was a huge packers fan, i had pictures of brett favre all over my bedroom. there was this one picture that really stuck out though, it was brett favre bent down slipping on a pair of those bunhugger wrangler jeans, and it was positioned right above my bed so every night when i fell asleep i would dream about brett favre putting on those wranglers; i'd imagine him getting done with two-a-days and accumulating a good buildup of smegma at the hilt of his sweaty taint, then without showering sliding on those crisp wrangler jeans while i peered through a hole in one of the lockers. every so often in the dream i would find a way to sneak out unnoticed into the laundry area, and find brett's moist jockstrap and take a good whiff of his daily pheromones.

when i was going through a lucid dreaming experimentation phase, i could actually control brett favre's reaction to finding me smelling his testosterone stained underwear; generally he would be really embarrassed when he found out, but once he realized how much satisfaction his heavenly aromas were providing me it was like there was suddenly this brotherly bond formed between us, and he would nod approvingly as though he completely understood my motives. but i also experimented with negative reactions, such as brett physically confronting me, leading to us interlocked on the locker room floor with brett's dirty underwear draped over my face. generally, these mini-wrestling matches would dissolve into innocent locker room horseplay, complete with smacking sounds.

I grew up pretty much on the SE border of Minnesota and Wisconsin so I heard a lot from the fan bases of Minnesota and Green Bay. Especially from my family since they are divided between Packers and Vikings fans, so u know what both of them annoyed the **** out of me, so I didn't wanna cheer for either. So I know it was kind of like voting for Nader, but I went to the Rams cuz of Kurt Warner and the GSOT.

I looked up to my cousin who was just a year and a half older than me. He grew up in Austintown, OH (a suburb of Youngstown.) His grandmother was friends with Eddie DeBartolo, Sr. (former 49ers' owner's father.) He had all kinds of 49ers memorabilia because of this. He ended up attending the same highschool (Ursuline) as former 49ers' executive Carmen Policy.

The first season that I have clear memory of rooting for the 49ers was 1983.

It's to honor my mother. My mom was a zookeeper, and she'd take me to work with her once a month. Every time I wanted to visit the Lions. One time my mom brought me with her to feed them. One of the male lions got aggressive and mounted her, then raped her until she died.